Mitsuri Kanjori.

Maybe it was her pretty pink cheeks or her hair that filled your heart with pure tenderness. Anyone would have been embarrassed enough to suppress their feelings, but you weren't anyone. You loved Mitsuri, and there was nothing she could do to make you hide that love. At least show a little shame or boldness. But having her attention, meant that she was never, ever, ever going to get rid of you. She ate like she always did, lots of it. You watched her before handing me her gift, another bouquet of red flowers. It was already the sixth time you gave her something, her cheeks turned so pink with embarrassment, but the fact that you weren't embarrassed or ashamed bothered her. "Please just take the flowers and get out of here!" She was embarrassed, as red as a tomato. She pressed the flowers to your chest, she loved you so much.